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I never allow myself to get drunk. Tipsy, sure. And I do an impression of being drunk that often leaves people rolling on the floor. ninja Nevertheless, I'm a religious woman, and as I'm also headstrong, I've never liked the idea of losing one's self-control in a cup.

It's hilarious, however, to see others drunk. xd Or at least SOME kinds of others. sweatdrop

Of course, until I turned fourteen, I only had knowledge of the 'good' kind of drunk, in the case of my uncles. The best 'drunk uncle' out of the group is a biker (authentic, not a 'RUB' . . . used to be tied up in Bronx-based gang activity and everything ninja ) turned mechanic. Where once he was utterly self-destructive, he is content now in his old age to simply be good-hearted and strong and strange.

When my uncle is drunk, he is hyper and often talks about things from the middle (it will take you a paragraph or two before you can figure out what the topic of his discussion is, only to find that he's trying to explain to you the voice that a pair of scissors should have, as well as it's chances of having a successful singing career o.o; ). He can still salsa, but with a comical wobble. He'll tell you reams of corny jokes and oddly enough, he mixes drinks better when drunk than when not. eek

Friends of the family whom I met while drunk ranged anywhere from the happy drunk, to the quiet drunk, to the poetic drunk, to the depressed drunk, to the angry drunk who would argue loudly about some political or social topic or another for almost a half an hour, and then completely forget what it was he was talking about two seconds later when someone attempted to answer his debate. rofl

When I entered high school, however, I started meeting different kinds of drunks (i.e. the bad ones). There seemed to be no end of rude, slobbering jocks, who liked nothing better than to shove their faces as close to your nose as possible, spew the most perverted and sick-minded suggestions at you, and then puke all over your jeans. After pausing for effect, these charming young fellows would proceed to enter into a house-wide fist fight with their best friend over the subject of who was going to rape you. o_O

When we attempted to lift the ban on non-family members heavily drinking at our house, it was with a group of my little sister's friends. They seemed like perfectly level-headed, eighteen-to-twentyish-year-olds, and since there was a birthday among them, my family thought there was no harm in it.

By three a.m. in the morning, however, one of them was threatening to kill her boyfriend, while two others sat at my mother's glass table, banging their fists upon it, yelling at the top of their lungs and cursing the name of God. Upon asking them to leave, they began shouting and cursing at my mother, and it took both my brothers and I to throw them from the house bodily and the threat of police involvement to get rid of them. stare stressed

And who hasn't heard of actually violent drunks, the ones who wind up groggy in a ditch somewhere being sought for murder or child abuse charges once they sober up?

Unfortunately, the amount of people who don't know how to act when they're drunk seems to be more numerous than those who do. ._.;

So my questions to the guild at large are as follows:

Are you generally in favor of, or against, getting drunk?
What kind of drunk are you?
What sort of drunk do you prefer to be around, when drunk and when sober?
Has anyone had any sort of personal experience with drunkards that have impacted them heavily, whether positively or negatively?

Are you generally in favor of, or against, getting drunk?
I'm all for it.

What kind of drunk are you?
Usually a happy drunk, but seeing as I am currently thousands of miles away from everything and everyone I know and love, especially my girlfriend, I have recently become a sad drunk, especially while listening to Within a Mile of Home, by Flogging Molly. I also notice that I'm not in the mood to drink until I am in my duly christened drinking clothes - some ugly olive green jacket I own, a black t-shirt with the middle finger on it, and black jeans bloused into Army paratrooper boots, which have become my duty boots. These are the same clothes I used to wear to school every day, doing laundry every night. School was actually the first place I would get drunk at on a daily basis. One might say I'm a drunk of habit, I guess.

What sort of drunk do you prefer to be around, when drunk and when sober?
I'm never around drunks when sober. I'm the drunk people are around when they're sober.
I prefer the happy drunks that my drinking buddies, past and present, have been. We're very content to get hammered, have what we believe an intellectual discussion about nothing important, listen to good Irish drinking music and do a lot of singing along with, as well as the whole back thumping stuff.

Has anyone had any sort of personal experience with drunkards that have impacted them heavily, whether positively or negatively?
My grandfather was a functional alcoholic, although I could never tell when he was drunk or sober. Mom could, though, because she grew up with him, and she hated it. I always saw him as Grumps, my grumpy grandfather, not a drunk or sober Grumps.


Just for future reference, because I know you're all thinking it, I'm not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings.

Are you generally in favor of, or against, getting drunk?

In favor of!


What kind of drunk are you?

Generally happy and energetic. Occasionally angry, but I tend to be happy and angry at the same time...if that makes any sense.


What sort of drunk do you prefer to be around, when drunk and when sober?

When drunk...Damn near anyone. When sober...None. Anyone who drinks often will understand why.


Has anyone had any sort of personal experience with drunkards that have impacted them heavily, whether positively or negatively?

I've been around drunks for at least the past four years. I'm one of those kids who goes to see bands play multiple times a week. It's part of my culture.

About a month ago, there was a drunk girl. She told me -with absolute hate in her eyes - that I only cared about myself, had no soul, would die alone, go to hell, and that I thought it was funny that her sister had died.

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Yeah, people like that suck...